The Name's Mia Baritone

Prologue

 I watched me and my sister's butler pack the rest of the bags into the moving van. He then held the back door of the limo open for us to go in. I dusted off my baggy XL t-shirt and slipped in the car after my sister, Claire. She had the same messy curly hair as me. The same green eyes. The same kind of style of t-shirts and jean shorts as me. Maybe this was because we were twins. And also friends forever. "Are you excited!?!" my mother opened the door and sat down in the booth. "I liked our old house," Claire complained. "It was so much better being homeschooled," I agreed, rolling my bright emerald-green eyes. My father sat next to my mother as the butler started up the limo. "Maybe the kids there could influence your sense of style," my father gazed upon the XL pajama shirts that Claire and I had forced him to let us wear. Since we were moving, we might as well be comfortable. "Who knows? Maybe if we like this, it could be life," mother gave a small, hopeful smile at me and Claire.